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The Situation Poem
this is not just a poem
this is my ticket out of here
these are not just words
there steps taking me somewhere
this isn't just a page in a book
it's a society taking a second look
and taking me up another level
rescuing me from a devil
that held me down for so so long
this is not just a poem
this is someones dream
a picture of heaven
a wonderous scene
this is a heart filled with love
words that tell the meaning of
to a society taking a second look
this is not just a page in a book
it's something to ponder
bidding take a deeper look
this is not just a poem
this is a call to arms
on the lips of our heroes
in the hearts of our sons
join in the battle for freedom
join in the battle of love
join in the name of the Father
and the Son
this is not just a verse in a song
it's a universal call to make right
what is wrong
this is not just a poem
this is a child to a barren man
a tombstone a monument
i inscribe with my own hand
my institution my revolution
my way to move on
my dedication for your education
and encouragement to be strong
these are my words
that i hope i used well
in hope that this poem
is my ticket out of hell
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If I could write just one more time
fill a page with different rhymes
make discoveries with pen and mind
of what I'd say if given the time
If I could write just one more time
using words that best describe
reaching inside the inner mind
finding feeling just like mine
If I could write just one more time
My love would be my greatest crime
To steal your heart or defend your honor
My hidden love I'd wish you to discover
If I could write just one more time
I write of heaven that's yours and mine
And I'd make heaven a wonderful place
My two favorite things your love and Gods grace
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She gave me the love of the virgin
Mary.
A love for her that will not tarry
P.D. is a creature that I dare to claim
Poet Destroyer a bold clever name
I met her on the soup before I knew
Her fame
She hated me at first but one day
she saw my pain
She reached to me forgiving arms
And gave to me her forgiving
charms
An act of which I'll never forget
True forgiveness one rarely gets
I shared my feelings with the world
And they were noticed by a girl
The pain of my misery reached her
heart
She set aside the differences that
tore us apart
I write this poem as a monument in
my heart
It's a dedication and not just art
She touched my life in that certain
way
And her memory will always stay
I may not think of her everyday
But there are those moments that
will never fade away
But when she forgave my heart that
day
That's when she moved in and there
she will stay
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The desired Anti-Christ will have disciples
followers who carry guns and rifles
It's not known if they believe the lies
though evidence is before their ears and eye's
No matter who says it's not right
they want their way or else they'll fight
Their minions cower beneath in fright
counting votes beneath the light
Fearing not the Lord above
But paying homage to what they love
Truth and honor cannot exist
as long as their will we must resist
sence when is lyng an art
sence when did judges set not apart
sence when are laws set aside
or our Oath no longer a matter of pride
When the call is made to call a spade a spade
Dispight concerns of parties praise
And true Justice we find delayed
By lame dicisions a court has made
History eventually show hero's and villians
Heaven judges the wills of those forgiven
They seldom repent and reguard "not now"
They will not relent or disavow
They follow their lord with supplies of lies
Even though Providence and truth are near by
Don't they know it's just a matter of time
And Hell will not wipe one tear from their eye's
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silver cresent in the sky
with silent stars and distant eyes
reaping with your silver claw
all the sin that God saw
digging into guilty flesh
darkness the theme of her caress
creeping with evil cohorts
for a few the very last resort
wittness to the crimes of time
will you tell the secrets mine
moonlight not the helper of crime
but the shinning light of the Divine
eye's of a secret spy
seeing reasons that men cry
just a whisper of the light
a reveiler of aweful sights
with the mirage of darkness comes fright
shadows of monsters creatures of the night
dozens of thing that are not right
even the sins of lovers delight
friend of lovers Queen of night
just a whisper of the light
when the end comes we wonder who
who you'll tell your secrets to
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You don't always wear mascara
But there's something about your eyes
Your makeup doesn't scare us
Something simple is your surprise
You can't hide what God gave you
Under those shirt and pants
And though you didn't bother
There is still something about your hair
Your not afraid of working
The fixings of here and there
You never find me watching
But sometimes I do stare
With you I find the deepest love
I could ever have
Because your simply beautiful
Without the paint and all that jazz
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long before i met April
i was a poet true
i had a heart of love
but no one to give it to
so i put my words on paper
posted them to the net
and got someones attention
that i will never forget
her name is Carolyn Devonshire
and she's quite the poet too
she had so much that i admired
a true friend through and through
some mornings i'm up early
before the sun can shine
i picture Sara Kindrick
with her caffine and my rhymes
my secret girlfriend Linda
i might see any time
she must be writing poetry
because she writes all the time
then there's Phillis Babcock
she's my biggest fan
she read my each and every poem
ever since i can't remember when
and who is Anne Lise Andresen
she's quite detremined we see
she comments on so many poems
it's my guess she speed reads
i love Catie Lindsey
we met so long ago
her pretty eye's and smile
matches her poetry flow
pray for Linda Marie
the sweetheart of us all
i asked for her to pray for me
all i had to do was call
how long have i known Andrea
she's been so sweet to me
she always comes by
to see what she can read
i have a lot of fans
that i have deeply touched
Gwendolen Rix is one of those
who tells me this so much
the plight of Joy Wellington
has us all up in arms
her and David Smallings
only lasted yae long
Yasmin Khan is special
she once called me over the hill
folks won't know how special
until i hit her with the bill
one day i found a writer
who reminded me of me
her words possesed true meaning
her names Elizabeth Wesley
not long after April died
while tears still wet i cried
then came Charolotte Puddifoot
and with her i was surely took
Vie Bombardieri sponsored a contest
and i must admit i did my very best
my brain worked over time on what i submited
but as far as the contest it was hardly complimented
Lisa Cooper the Dark Poetess
Has a talent not many posses
With words and fantasies she weaves
Bards that are sure to please
Charma sweet Charma
You still cross my mind
But with the new baby
You probably don't have time
And about the two Carols
That keep comming around
Carol Eastman and Carol Brown
They say Carol Eastman lives in my town
Natalie Rhymer, is she still on?
She's so riske I thought she'd be gone
I read her one day and she touched my heart
Her poem called "My Affiction" tore me apart
Now if there are two guys
That i'd like to mintion
Sometimes I think their one in the same
But Carolyn says they're different
I give them respect
Because they are the best
On the soup besides me
Sydney Beck or John Heck slay me
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Becoming a poet is not a miracle
It takes a mind that thinks analytical
An artist uses words as material
Thinking satirical as well as political
Theological as well as philosophical
Touching the lyrical
Reach for the pinnacal
And make people dream
Don't call me cynical
Just because I'm a poet
My words are empyracal
And I let people know it
With hypotheticals
I allow men to dream
It's inconcievable
What a little hope brings
With raw talent
And some help from my muse
I seize a radical
Cure for abuse
Take a sabbatical
And put a pen to good use
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Love at first sight was the
language she spoke
A sight to behold
to the angels she woke
A creation with broken mold
from the Divine
The description of beauty
branded in the mind
A angelic appearance
her presence defines
What to do with this spirit?
That forever clouds my eye's
An ocean that desire
could not drain
A torment, envy
could not name
Both heaven and hell
she is the same
The possession of beauty
an undeniable claim
A wondering star
in the universe of her name
Both heat and light
brought forth by her flame
The invisible force
filling my sail
Where rudders direction
succeed or fail
Secret confessions to my
soul been nailed
my desire to possess
and my controls impaled
My eyes silence being hailed
by souls satisfaction fully regaled
The unforgettable sight
that memory cannot fail
captured by photo or ancient
paint brush. Not for sale.
Perfection and it's causes
Divinely detailed
Reflections and its pauses
hopes derailed
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Travels make the mind wise
Wise enough to know
Everywhere you go is change
That comes either fast or slow
The Sun can be an enemy
Or the sun can be a friend
Weather it is in the desert
Or in the cold and wind
The rain goes where it needs
And sometimes strays too long
Watering vegetation, flooding
Thousands of homes
The rain can be an enemy
The rain can be a friend
We cannot make it’s limits
But we can try to defend
Time is sometimes limited
And sometime time is free
But when it comes to Revelation
We don’t know when it will be
Remember time can be your enemy
Or time can be your friend
Don’t play with time and you’ll find
Time will let you be
Wine is always available
But rarely is it free
Wine can change your feeling
And wine can give you sleep
But wine can be an enemy or
Wine can be your friend
Wine can destroy in seconds
And bring a trial to an end
Love can often find us
And makes slaves of the free
Love can also bind us
To the strongest tree
Love can be an enemy
or love can be a friend
The Love of Christ it finds us
and makes us all believe
War can bring us freedom
War can bring us sin
War can make us hero’s
And traitors deep with in
War can be an enemy
War can be a friend
War can bring us liberty
And cripple us while we live
Religion gives us reason
To fight the horrors of sin
We cannot love our brothers
without a god within
But religions can be our enemy
Or religion can be our friend
The cause of war and prejudice
And where hopes and prayers begin
God can give us assurance
That this is not the end
There will always be a something
And on that you can depend
But God can be an enemy
Or God can be a friend
To choose between Heaven or Hell
You have to listen to Him
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